Part of me feels like a kid who coaxed 2 puppies home after school and ask mom if I could keep them. Another part of me feels like I did a civil service saving two old icons from being crushed by accumulating dusk. But most of me feels like I'm living in an episode of Storage Wars and I'm still trying to assess what I have done.
Last week I closed on a deal to buy a 1946 Piper 65hp J3-the yellow one and a 1946 65hp Taylorcraft BC12, and a hangar, and all of the aviation stuff and tools in it. Because everyone should own 3 1946 airplanes.
I flew the J3 today, from the rear seat and had a ball, coincidentally on its exact 77th birthday. It's sometimes hard to explain crazy. But also cool the J3 has spent its entire life in Montana.
Last week I closed on a deal to buy a 1946 Piper 65hp J3-the yellow one and a 1946 65hp Taylorcraft BC12, and a hangar, and all of the aviation stuff and tools in it. Because everyone should own 3 1946 airplanes.
I flew the J3 today, from the rear seat and had a ball, coincidentally on its exact 77th birthday. It's sometimes hard to explain crazy. But also cool the J3 has spent its entire life in Montana.